Song Luan knew that she didn't want Zhao Nanyu to die, and in her heart she was actually reluctant to let him go.
Zhao Nanyu's sudden illness was half real and half pretended. He really thought that she didn't care much about his life or death.
It turns out that Song Luan would also feel sad for him.
Love or not is no longer that important, the answer is in their hearts.
Seeing that he was still laughing, Song Luan couldn't help but hit him, "Why are you still laughing?"
"I'm really fine."
"They all said you were dying."
Song Luan didn't quite believe it at first. Since he fell ill, she had visited him only a few times. But later, more and more people told her about this.
Although Shi Ge'er had never cried in front of her, she could see that his eyes were swollen, his expression was listless, and his body was thin.
Gradually, Song Luan began to worry. Just now she dreamed that Zhao Nanyu was really dead and would never wake up.
He was holding a folding fan in his hand, standing far away from her, and smiled faintly at her. Song Luan watched his body disappear from her sight.
Then she was frightened awake and ran hurriedly to the room where Zhao Nanyu was sleeping.
Song Luan was still very panicked. She had never grabbed Zhao Nanyu's hand so tightly before and was afraid that he would fall asleep and never wake up again.
"Okay, okay, I won't sleep."
Zhao Nanyu sat up and looked at her intently, then patted the bed beside him and asked, "Do you want to come up and lie down too?"
Song Luan shook her head, "No need."
Zhao Nanyu lifted half of the quilt and said, "Come up."
Song Luan couldn't resist, so she took off her shoes and crawled into the bed, curled up beside him, and looked straight at him with her grape-like eyes.
She must have been really frightened.
Zhao Nanyu felt a little guilty and touched her face. "Really don't worry, I'm fine."
Song Luan opened his mouth and said, "Then they..."
Zhao Nanyu interrupted her halfway through her words, without blushing, and directly pushed the blame away, "They spread it all."
How could these people dare to talk nonsense in front of Song Luan without his instructions?
Zhao Nanyu only evaded the request so easily because he thought Song Luan was easy to deceive.
Song Luan still didn't quite believe what he said. She pouted and frowned, "Shi Ge'er also cried, but he didn't dare cry in front of me. He wiped his tears secretly."
Zhao Nanyu pulled up the corners of his mouth and chuckled twice, "I'm his father, he will naturally worry if I'm sick."
"As for the others, they are just hearsay and should not be taken seriously."
Song Luan reluctantly believed what he said, but she was still very nervous and uneasy. She had planned to keep staring at him, but in the second half of the night she could not resist the sleepiness, her eyelids drooped, and she fell into a deep sleep.
Zhao Nanyu really didn't sleep all night. Looking at her sleeping face, he felt very happy.
Another month passed before Zhao Nanyu's sick look faded away. He had lost a lot of weight after the illness.
Zhao Nanyu made up his mind not to ask her whether she liked him or not. Song Luan felt that it was fine as it was now. She was tired and she just wanted to live a peaceful and smooth life.
As the second baby grows older, he stays awake more hours every day. He makes full use of his lively and active personality, and the first thing he does when he wakes up in bed every day is to turn over.
The second baby always couldn’t turn over, and he would babble.
Song Luan found it funny to see him rolling around, so she held back her laughter as she picked the child up and dressed him and put on his shoes.
Erbao is like a glutinous rice ball, and is more active than his brother.
The two brothers get along pretty well. Shi Ge'er dotes on his younger brother. Every day when he has free time, he runs to her room, takes the initiative to look after his younger brother, and plays with him.
Erbao can only babble and can't speak, but Shi Ge'er still plays with him enthusiastically.
Shi Ge'er was very generous and found all his old toys and placed them all on the couch. Although his younger brother couldn't understand what he was saying, he still pointed at the toys on the couch and asked, "Do you want these?"
"Yeah, yeah."
"You want it? Then I'll pick one for you." Shigeer put him on the couch and sat aside to ponder. Finally, he picked out an animal weaving from the couch. He gently spread open his brother's five fingers and put the small weaving into his hand. "This one is small, you can hold it."
Erbao's hands still had no strength, and as soon as Shiger put the bamboo weaving in his hands, he let go and the bamboo weaving fell to the ground.
Erbao seemed to have discovered something very interesting and started grinning happily.
Shi Ge'er said with a straight face, "..."
After a while, he silently picked up the bamboo weaving on the ground and put it back to his brother, "Don't drop it this time."
Erbao probably thought his brother was playing a game with him, so he pinched the small bamboo weaving and then let go again.
Shi Ge'er was very good-tempered when facing his younger brother. He didn't show any impatience. He bent down and picked it up again. This time he didn't put it in his younger brother's palm. Instead, he picked a new toy and said, "Let's change it."
Erbao was lying on the couch with his limbs facing upwards, smiling foolishly.
Shi Ge'er originally disliked his younger brother for being too stupid, but when he saw his younger brother smiling foolishly, he stopped caring. His younger brother is really cute.
This time, Shige'er learned his lesson and did not put the toy into Erbao's hands. Instead, he put it on him and let him play with it by himself.
Erbao played with the toy he gave him for a while and then threw it aside. He looked at his brother with rolling eyes and babbled.
Shi Ge'er didn't dare to hug him because his brother was too heavy and he was afraid of dropping him on the ground.
Shi Geer put down the book in his hand, turned his eyes to his brother and asked, "Are you hungry?"
"Yeah, yeah."
"I'll go get the nurse."
As soon as Shi Ge'er put down the book, he began to feel troubled. If he went out, there would be no one to look after his second child. What if his younger brother rolled over and fell?
"Eeyah, eyah, eyah."
Erbao’s cries became louder and louder, as if he couldn’t wait any longer.
Song Luan opened the curtain and walked into the inner room. Looking at the two children, her heart softened. She asked, "What's wrong? I heard Erbao's cry from outside?"
Shi Geer replied: "My brother is hungry."
Song Luan squatted down and couldn't help but kiss Shi Ge'er on the cheek. She was satisfied when she saw her son blushing. She asked, "How did you know?"
The second baby can't speak yet.
Shi Ge'er's cheeks felt slightly hot. He was already a big boy. His father had told him not to be kissed casually, but he couldn't tell his mother.
"I guess."
"Brother Shi is so smart."
When Song Luan was feeding the second baby, Shi Ge'er would consciously go to the outer room to review his homework.
Song Luan naturally unbuttoned her clothes, and Erbao began to suckle happily.
Zhao Nanyu had just come back from court, and he came to her room without changing out of his court robes. He glanced at the child and asked, "Why are you eating again?"
The child was breastfeeding when he went out in the morning, why was he still breastfeeding when he came back?
Song Luan had been seen by him countless times, but she would be very shy every time, even her ears would turn red. She said: "He just eats and sleeps at this time."
Zhao Nanyu looked at his son's chubby face, without commenting, and said mockingly, "A little fat boy."
When Erbao heard the two of them talking, he refused to drink milk and looked at her curiously, as if he wanted to listen to them talk.
Song Luan couldn't help but stretched out her finger and tapped his nose, "You, you, why are you like a girl?"
I want to hear everything.
Zhao Nanyu's gaze was too intense, and Song Luan couldn't stand it anymore. Erbao stopped eating, and she closed her clothes, thinking she was a fierce monster. She said to him, "If you look at me again, I will dig your eyeballs out."
Looks pretty fierce.
Zhao Nanyu smiled indifferently, "Forget about my eyeballs, I'll even let you dig out my heart and liver."
Song Luan stuttered and her face turned red. When did Zhao Nanyu start to say such disgusting words? ? So scary! ! !
“Shut up!”
No talking allowed.
She was embarrassed.
Song Luan felt that he was still too idle, so she handed the child to him and said, "You take care of Erbao."
As soon as Zhao Nanyu held the child, Erbao vomited milk, directly on his neck. Seeing this, Song Luan laughed out loud in an unkind manner.
When Erbao saw his mother smile, he smiled too.
Zhao Nanyu wanted to throw the child in his arms at that time. This little kid was born to go against him.
He gently spanked Erbao's butt, "Asshole."
Erbao was smiling at first, but after being hit by his father, he stopped smiling immediately.
There was a look of aggrieved tears in her eyes, but she didn't know whether to cry or not.
Zhao Nanyu yelled at the child, "Don't cry."
Song Luan walked forward and pinched the flesh on his waist hard. It didn't hurt much through the clothes.
She said: "He is only a few months old and you are so mean to him. You can't be like this. Children should be spoiled."
Zhao Nanyu felt that this was a little nemesis, not a little cotton-padded jacket.
When Shi Ge'er was a few months old, he was very well-behaved and didn't cry or make a fuss.
Song Luan scolded him and then began to coax the child, "We won't cry, Erbao. You are also a little man. You can take revenge when you grow up."
Although Erbao doesn't understand what his mother is saying, he will babble along with her.
Zhao Nanyu coughed and said, "Wipe my neck for me."
There was still some spitted-up milk from my second baby on my collar, it was so greasy.
Song Luan handed him her handkerchief and said, "Wipe it yourself."
Zhao Nanyu said: "I am still holding the child. I don't have any extra hands."
Her handkerchief seemed to carry her scent, with a faint fragrance.
Song Luan had no choice but to stand on tiptoe to wipe the milk stains off his neck.
Zhao Nanyu laughed softly, "It's not clean."
Song Luan pursed her lips and tilted her neck to look again, "No more."
His voice was a little hoarse, "You can see clearly if you get closer."
Song Luan didn't move, so Zhao Nanyu took the initiative to take a step forward, and their bodies were almost touching.
He bent down and whispered in her ear, "Did you see it?"
They were too close, Song Luan didn't know where to put her hands, and couldn't speak.
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